The happy intersection between what I want to write and what people want to read.

Black Widow

She was leaning back in the chair indolently when he approached, her eyes watching the unfolding drama before her with amused interest. “Aren’t you going to try to stop them?” He asked hesitantly. “Why would I want to do that?” A ringing slap was heard and he winced. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that …